It is with sadness that I look out over the village and see what it has become. Fawkes walks this earth, a ghost of the woman she once was. Macro has locked himself up, in fear of the damage he will cause this town and himself. While I, have the burden of keeping things running here at the Magic Guild, such is the weight I bear.
On a separate topic, our new students seem eager to learn the ways of magic, I just hope they don't burn, freeze or poison the town down to the ground in the process.
Macro, we hope you get out of jail soon, you are missed.
Markis
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